i'm making this all up as i go. just needed to do a writing dump
His voice shattered through iron. You could go deaf just being in his vicinity when he's angry. Or when he's not; he yells every day. At this point, you learn to drown it out. I'd be lying if I said I didn't allow my gaze to blur and my mind to wander on days when I made even the smallest mistakes, and I know I've seen other kids do the same. You just couldn't take his words to heart, or you'd break. And if you break, you leave.
I don't know where the kids that broke would go after they took them away, but God knows it can't be better than here. A while ago I heard one kid was coming back, and everyone in the building gathered to see him, but no one actually could find the kid. Something tells me he was still among the new kids that joined, we just couldn't recognize him. It's not like anyone here talks to each other anyway, so there's no way we would know.
"Eyes up, pretty boy," I hear a voice behind me, but frankly I'm too tired to care. "Hey, I'm talking to you."
A rough hand grips my shoulder and shoves me to face him. His masked expression met my empty one.
"You fucking deaf, now? Or just stupid?"
"I wish I were deaf, so I didn't have to listen to you advertising your crippling masculinity to everyone."
Maybe I was stupid. He didn't hesitate as he sent a left hook into my cheek. I drop everything I was holding as he grabs my shirt collar and holds me up to his towering height.
"You fucking watch yourself. You and I both know if Dr. Rose didn't favor you that you'd be dead where you stand."
I look at him with an already dead expression.
"You couldn't kill me if you tried. You just don't have it in you. Think about that next time you wonder why Dr. Rose likes me more."
damn u read that all in under a minute
another dump because i'm in the mood
The engine sighs to a stop as I remove the keys from the ignition. Silence follows. The kind of silence that almost has a physical presence because the white noise surrounding you also quiets down. I sit in the driver's seat for a few extra seconds, kind of staring into space as the only sound that broke the peace was an occasional car passing by. I become increasingly aware of my own heartbeat as my gaze continues to deepen itself into the dashboard of my car.
After a few minutes, I manage to snap back into reality. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I grab my bag and exit the car. The walk through the yard is short, but tonight it felt long. Each step was its own race to some sort of finish line with no real reward other than another race. These legs could give out at any moment, but they just couldn't yet; not until I got inside.
I approach the three small stairs I have to overcome before I can reach the front door. These bastards will be the death of me. Regardless, I heave a sigh as my feet make the hike up the steps. My footsteps aren't heavy, they're just dragging. The upsetting green light burned my eyes, but I pretended it wasn't there for the sake of being able to put the keys into the lock.
Finally, inside the walls, I enter a different kind of silence.
A dreadfully familiar kind of silence.
I lean against the wall and close my eyes, thinking back to my drive home.
The bright red light, the sound of cars passing, and my blinker clicking in a monotonous rhythm. I had music playing, but only softly, so as to hear my surroundings.
I don't think anyone else saw him.
I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked just off the road into the bushes, I saw a figure.
Squinting my eyes, I noticed he was wearing a white button-up, black suit pants, and a black tie.
I couldn't see his head, though, it must have been too dark. Or at least, that's what I thought, until he felt my eyes on him, and turned in my direction.
He had no head; in place of where his face would be, it was just…a scribble of some sort. Just… a ball of scribbled lines.
Even then, I wondered how I knew he was looking at me if he had no eyes.
But right now, on my bedroom floor, I'm focused on trying to figure out why I still feel like he's looking at me.
Are you a role player because you are good at this writing
lol yeah i role play but i tend to reply slowly only when I'm feeling up to it
im back from the dead to dump again
I lean back and slouch in the metal chair, arms crossed and still hungover from what was hopefully only one night ago. The single light in the room buzzed, not only bothering my eyes but my ears and head as well. What felt like hours had passed before the door opened. Her heels clicked the floor, echoing around the seven-foot space between each wall.
"Alright, I have somewhere to be today, so let's make this quick." Her voice penetrated my skull. As I furrowed my brow and rubbed my forehead, I responded.
"It's nice to know how much you care about me."
"Cut the bullshit this time. Do you even know why I'm here?"
I let out a menacing grin.
"Cause you just can't get enough of me?"
"I'm serious, Taylor. Why did they tell me you killed someone?"
My grin drops and I avoid her gaze. She had the look of an angry mother, and the power to make you feel guilty for the smallest of things. Maybe that's why she became a detective. I wouldn't really know, I only met her after the fact, since I tend to get in trouble with the law on multiple occasions. Normally I'd just move cities or states, or even countries, but I liked her. Unless I was just projecting, something about her struck me: she seemed to have this unquenchable desire for ethical validation.
"Taylor?"
I hold up two defensive hands and lean forward.
"Alright, alright. I'm actually a demon that grants wishes to people at the cost of their soul, and once their time has come I return to collect their payment to bring them to hell."
Her eyes widen and her face contorts into a mixture of disgust and shock. For a second I thought she actually believed me.
"Do you think this is a fucking joke?" She snapped, furious.
"Do you want me to answer that honestly?"
Her huff signaled to me that she was getting impatient, and my stalling yielded no results. I still barely remember what happened that night.
I am an absolute whore for your writing aloe, as soon as I read the second line on your first post I literally screeched- it should be a quote in a quote book
ayo ur reply got me YELLING omg thank u LMFAAOO
HAHAHA anytime dude, I love reading your stuff
d'awwww thank u i might have another one cooking up later tonight. i finally got back into reading and that kinda thing rlly inspires me to write so I just have a bunch of random snippets floating around in my head
u know when u go pee and think ur done but ur not? yeah. anyway
"You think you're the shit, you couldn't last two seconds against me, old man."
The kid continued, puffing his chest out in my face, trying to appear taller. He reeked of testosterone. I shook my head, glaring daggers into whatever's left of his soul as I retorted calmly,
"Watch yourself, Anderson. I think you and I are the same age."
"Alright, ladies," The captain's voice interrupted whatever pathetic attempt Anderson was going to try to spit at me, "This event is one of the biggest, most controversial parades of the year. Don't even let your hair get in your face." He nods at me. "Looking at you, Phillips."
All the other officers let out a chuckle as I return the nod, tying my hair up into a bun.
"Phillips, you're with Anderson on the South East quadrant."
Anderson's eyes dart from me to the captain before he retaliated.
"Captain, with all due respect, I'd much rather be partnered with someone I won't have to carry."
Captain looked at me for a moment before crossing his arms at Anderson.
"Head down, officer. I paired you with Phillips because I knew he could handle the load you bear. You do know he ranked two grades above you in the physical, right?"
Anderson clenched his jaw as he picked up the gear bag, slammed it in my chest for me to carry it, and walked off.
ok I think I'm good now for the next 3 millenia
awe dude, i haven't read a book in a long time, but that's good that you're doing so, i, unfortunately, have become so unmotivated that I'm not really doing anything at the moment
well, knowing you enjoy my writing so much is motivation enough, so if you need it, you can write dump on this thread and I would absolutely LOVE to read whatever you write :)
That would actually be pretty cool, thanks, I might take you up on that offer. :]
Though, don’t quote me on that later, I forget a lot of things-
idk where i'm going with this one or if I'll even reach a destination but lets put this baby in drive
You check the time. It feels like the last ten minutes have lasted an hour. You go back to distracting yourself. You grab a snack, maybe chips, maybe candy, and a soda. This is the first thing you've eaten all day. It's still 1pm. Why won't the clock move? Probably because you can't stop checking it. The songs all blend together, you're pretty sure you've heard about ten songs in the past two minutes. Your vision blurs as you go through it again, your thoughts overtake the steering wheel of your mind and you stare at a wall, lifeless and empty. You don't ever wanna focus on whatever you're thinking about, but trying to catch a thought in the air is like trying to capture a bubble; all that's left is the subtle feeling of some sort of soap against your palm, and you're faced with the hundreds of other bubbles surrounding you. As you start thinking too hard about thinking, you blink your eyes and disillusioned, back into the reality you started in. You check the time. It feels like the last hour has lasted ten minutes. You cave into a bit of a panic. How did you lose an hour? Shouldn't you be doing something productive? Shouldn't you be writing, cleaning, drawing, or even just making real food and eating it? The stress overwhelms you. You need to rest. You need a nap. This is your third nap of the day. Your addiction to sleeping overrides your guilt. You will repeat this cycle tomorrow.
The thought is scary. You’ve been going through the same thing each day for the entirety of this last year and it won’t stop. It feels like a never ending cycle, and you’re doomed to continue it.
In an efforts to break it you go on walks, you watch figures move on a screen, you pace back and forth in your room, wondering what is next. You cleaned the whole kitchen even though it’s been clean for the past week because you keep going back to it.
You could eat to satiate your boredom but there’s nothing more ready to eat in the fridge and making something from scratch would require effort and you’ve already cleaned the kitchen.
You’re at a standstill with your mind as you forget what even was your thought in the last minute. You’ve been losing it and all control seems to be gone. It’s like you’re not even you at this point. You’re still, unable to move, unable to stop whatever it is that you’re feeling, the desperation clawing in the back of your mind as the urge to rip your skin off becomes more and more overwhelming. You want to scream, you want to cry, you want to smash things, but somebody could hear you and that’s the sole thing keeping you from going apeshit.
So what do you do? You go back to sleep, eventually you’ll drift off but not before tossing and turning for a good hour.
I continued it because honestly, this is how I’ve been feeling.
ok king behavior right there that is exactly how I would have continued it if I hadn't gone and taken a nap after writing it thank u
OH OH OHOH GOT AN IDEA RANDOMLY
"Now, now, be gentle. She is resting."
Pitter patter, the leaves will crunch under that loved leather sole. She always knew you'd come back. No matter what your face looks like, you don't have to speak, you barely even have to see. She can smell your soul, and that's enough to warm her heart. You remove your shoes as you get closer. You always refused to step your dirty shoes on the everlasting flowers and lush green grass. You worried it'd break something and ruin whatever life force has been keeping her beautiful all these centuries. Her skin glows, her hair softer than ever, and her face; as gorgeous as the day you lost her. You're just a child right now. You barely remember what happened. There are days where you don't even remember why you come here. But when you see her face, it all comes flooding back.
His voice was loud. Her tears were bright. He cried out chants after chants toward her, slamming his rod against the ground. Her eyelids grew heavy. The dirt shifted under them. Sprouting bright green plants, beautiful flowers, even the leaves on nearby trees were growing in mid-Winter. As she took her last breath, the Earth paused, just for a moment. The grass stopped growing, the flowers halted their blooming, the wind stopped blowing, all as if to mourn her.
She might enjoy the world today. There are a lot more lights. Everywhere. She enjoyed lights. She enjoyed the townsfolk. She enjoyed people. There are a lot more people everywhere too.
"She does enjoy the world today. As long as you're in it."
